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Eponine awoke with a start and found herself staring at a grey wall. She sat up, head muddled with the events of the previous day. Where was she? And why did she have a red coat wrapped around herself?

Eponine heard the slight squeak of a door opening behind her. She whirled around, only to see a man about her age, with golden curls sticking up every which way, and blue eyes bleary from sleep.

Enjolras.

Suddenly, Eponine remembered where she was, then a sinking feeling settled in her gut. She couldn't go home now. Not after running away. She'd just be beaten bloody by her father, a wanted man.

Mr. Thenardier was wanted by the government for crimes related to child abuse, drug abuse, rape, prosecution, and more things that she couldn't even remember. He wouldn't hesitate for a second before beating his two daughters or his 8 year old son unconscious. That was why Eponine had smuggled Gavroche out in the dead of night and brought him to a foster home, where, as far as she knew, still lived in, in the other side of the city.

She shivered, and wrapped Enjolras's coat around herself, before setting miserably back on the couch. Her Saturday was ruined, her life was probably completely screwed up even worse then before.

She whimpered quietly, and out of the corner of her eye noticed Enjolras retreat to the apartment's kitchen awkwardly. She sat, sort of dazed on the couch, before a glimmer of hope settled in her mind. If she could pull it off….

No, she chided herself. It's a silly hope, and it wouldn't work anyway. But still, there was a small part of her that wondered, what if?

She heard Enjolras clear his throat from the kitchen, drawing her out of her reverie. She got up and walked toward the kitchen, offering him back his red coat. He just shook his head. "From what I've seen, you need it more then I do. Besides, I can just buy another one."

She nodded in thanks and sat down at the table, coat still wrapped around her petite figure. He set a bowl of cereal in front of her and everything was silent as the pair ate.

When they were done, he grabbed their bowls and set them in the sink. "Well, do you need to stay another day?" The hopeful part of her mind said, "No! I have a plan!", but the much larger part of her that doubted wanted to nod. However, the hopeful part won, and so she said: "That's alright, Enjolras. You've done enough already." Then, she crammed her tight boots over her toes, trying not to wince at the squashed toes it caused her. She put on the red jacket and stood up from the table.

Enjolras gave a curt nod and watched as she opened the apartment door, and was gone, taking his prized jacket with her. What had he been thinking last night? Letting a strange girl into his apartment, letting her sleep on the couch and then giving her breakfast and his jacket? Sometimes. Enjolras didn't understand himself.

He shook his head and went back into the kitchen to wash the breakfast bowls, lost in thought about Eponine. He put the dishes in the cabinet and was alerted from his daydreaming by a drinking song loudly playing. He ran his fingers through his hair, and dug through his pockets to find his phone.

A large "R" was on the screen of his phone. Enjolras picked up. "What's up, R?"

The very slurred and hungover voice of Grantaire greeted him. "Hey, Enjy. I need your help setting up for the party tonight. It's a group party, for all of us awesome people."

Enjolras sighed. "Oh, alright. I'll be right over. But only if you promise not to call me Enjy."

The voice of Grantaire was heard saying something like a yes, so Enjolras hung up and laced up his boots.

Eponine walked down the street. She had a plan in mind and was going to go through with it. She couldn't go home, what with her abusive father. So what is she made a new home?

Eponine stuffed her hands in the pockets of Enjolras's, no, her coat, she reminded herself, and was surprised to find a wad of money. She smiled, to herself, and walked inside the nearest store to buy some chips.

She walked around the corner and froze at the figure she saw walking down the street toward her. It was Marius. There was no mistaking the tall red-haired figure that walked with a self-righteous stride toward her. She pressed herself against the glass of the nearest store, hoping he wouldn't notice her, but it was no use.

He strode right up to her, with an exclamation of "Ponine!" She shrank away, but he didn't notice, instead going on and on about "beautiful Cosette, and wonderful Cosette, and thank you Eponine, you're the best, and can you give her this note for me please?"

To Eponine's horror, she found herself agreeing to deliver the letter, and Marius pressed it into her hand, before squeezing her tight to him. "Ponine, you are the best!"

For a brief moment, Eponine could just forget about everything but the thrilling, tingling sensation of being held by her love. She leaned into his shoulder and breathed in the fresh, but not overpowering smell of good cologne on him. In the back of her mind she noted that Marius's cologne didn't smell half as good as the warm smell of paper coming from Enjolras's red coat.

But too soon, Marius's warm embrace was gone and Eponine heard him faintly asking something about a party. "What?" she asked. "I said," began Marius, with a hint of humor in his voice. "Are you coming to Grantaire's party tonight?"

Eponine thought for a moment, before replying: "I hadn't heard of a party before now. Perhaps I will. I have to do something first."

"I'll wait here for you, if it won't take long." said Marius. A warm feeling rose in Eponine's heart, and she smiled warmly. "I'll be right back, then. Don't leave!" Then, grinning, Eponine ran off, down the street, the tails of the red waistcoat flapping in the wind.

Eponine didn't stop running until she saw the faded brick walls of Musain High looming in front of her. She had noticed the small janitor's shed in the bushes by the school numerous times, but she'd never really thought about it. Now, since she couldn't go back to her father, it was to be her home.

She pushed open the wooden door. It opened easily, and threw clouds of dust in the air. No bigger then a walk-in closet really, it had a musty couch in the center. Eponine gently placed a pillow and blanket she'd smuggled from Enjolras's house on the musty couch, as well as the food she'd bought from the gas station, before gently closing the door and running back to where Marius had met her.

As she rounded the corner, she noted with immense relief that he was still standing there, but then her heart dropped to her feet, breaking like glass.

Cosette was there too.

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